Contrary to what you might’ve heard…I’m not dead. Seattle Beer Week has my liver crying for mercy, but I’m still breathing. Eventually, I’ll take my memories of the great times I’ve had and put words to them. For now, here are some crappy photos I took with my phone:
The dapper Seattle Beer Collective gives a thumbs-up on Opening Night just before the tapping of the Inaugural SBW beer at the Pike.
Our table of tasters at the Great Elysian Beer Fest. The Pandemonium sour was a highlight. There was also a Belgian stout called The Horror which was sometimes misheard by bartenders as “The Whore.”
2003-2008 Old Sol vertical tasting at the Big Time. The ’06 and ’08 were my favorites. This started at 4 pm. Sobriety was a distant memory by 5:30.
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